A poem written for the Poet’s Corner Folkestone Book Festival Fringe Event Special.
A rose is still a rose
Whatever the name
Call fire your friend
And it will still burn you
With its flame
Tell a wolf it's a dog
And pray that its tame
Tell one person they're strong
And another they're weak
And hope it is not
The truth they go seek
That they are no different
That it is a fragile superiority
Some people keep
Dressing the world in words
Tales and fables
Classes and borders
People given labels
Some that hang
Lead heavy
Some that lend the wings of angels
But it is when
We loose our tongue
We remember
We are all the same
That we are one
One kind, human kind
Our lives beautifully connected and entwinned
Sharing a common language
Of blood and body
Hopes and dreams
Laughter and screams
Hugs and smiles
Written in deeds
Hope and a loving squeeze
Kindness
It’s ironic that in a world
Cloaked in words
Our greatest truth cannot be heard
That we are one kind
Human kind
Wherever we're from
Whatever out song
Dave James Horn ©
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About Dave James Horn
Based in Folkestone, Dave James Horn writes poetry to raise a smile and provoke a thought. He is part of Poet’s Corner Folkestone and an organiser of the Folkestone Language Exchange. Read his full bio here.